"Wow—what a terrible thing—why did I have to give birth to such a karmic burden as Jiang Qiaoqiao—"

Back home, Peng Cuiying couldn't hold back any longer. She plopped down on the ground and started wailing and pounding the floor.

"Stop making a scene!" Jiang Yongxian snapped irritably. "What's the point of you causing a scene at home? Will Jiang Qiaoqiao lose a piece of her flesh or something?"

Jiang Yongxian's words reminded Peng Cuiying, and she got up and rushed into the kitchen.

He grabbed a kitchen knife, his face contorted with rage, and charged out. "Boss, you're right. Even if I scream at home, Jiang Qiaoqiao won't lose a single piece of her flesh. I'll go and kill her, kill her to avenge your dad and third brother!"

Jiang Yongxian was extremely annoyed. He grabbed Peng Cuiying, snatched the kitchen knife from her hand, and threw it aside. "Can you stop making a scene?"

Peng Cuiying was stunned for a moment, and then two lines of tears slid down her cheeks. "Eldest son, it's not that Mom wants to make a fuss, it's just that Mom really doesn't know what to do! Waaah..."

Although her relationship with Jiang Jiahua wasn't exactly good.

But over the years, she had long been used to listening to Jiang Jiahua in everything and taking him as her main support.

Now that Jiang Jiahua has been arrested and imprisoned, and may be executed soon, she has completely lost her support.

Peng Cuiying sobbed, but Jiang Yongxian didn't bother with her at that moment.

After crying for a long time, her mind gradually returned to normal.

At this moment, she suddenly remembered something, her crying stopped abruptly, and she nervously grabbed Jiang Yongxian and asked, "Eldest brother, did that gossipy Wang Jingui just say that your father and third brother committed a crime, and that you and second brother will both lose your official positions? Is that true?"

Seeing that his mother had finally stopped throwing a tantrum, Jiang Yongxian realized the key issue. He frowned, sighed, and said, "It's not that we'll both lose our official positions. But this will be a stain on our records, making it very difficult for us to get promoted in the future."

"Ah—" Peng Cuiying opened her mouth wide and said in a panic, "When you were only three years old, a fortune teller predicted that you were the reincarnation of the God of Literature and would definitely become a high-ranking official!"

What will you do if this situation involving your dad and your third son affects you?

Jiang Yongxian frowned and said, "Mom, go call the second son now and tell him about Dad and the third son. Tell him he must come back. Even if he can't get Dad and the third son out, he should at least try to find a way to reduce their punishment."

“After you finish calling the second son, go to the police station and apply to see Dad. You have to convince my dad to divorce you, and then make him publish a notice in the newspaper severing our father-son relationship. Only when we have nothing to do with him will his affairs not affect my future,” Jiang Yongxian said resolutely.

"Ah—this..." After her initial shock, Peng Cuiying frowned, her face full of hesitation.

It wasn't that she was particularly fond of Jiang Jiahua, but rather that if she divorced him at this time, people would gossip about her behind her back!

Seeing her hesitation, Jiang Yongxian spoke again: "Mom, don't hesitate anymore. This is the only way to prevent my father's situation from affecting me."

Don't worry about people talking about you behind your back. Now that this has happened, the food factory will definitely take the house back. When I go back to Beicheng, you can come with me. Nobody in Beicheng knows you, and no one will say anything about you and Dad.”

Hearing Jiang Yongxian's words, Peng Cuiying was completely relieved. She nodded and said, "Okay, I'll take care of it right away."

Jiang Yongxian nodded, "Okay, I'll contact Uncle Jiang and the others first. Once you've settled things here, we'll go back to Beicheng with Uncle Jiang and the others."

As for Dad and the third son's matter, let the second son handle it when he comes back.

When Peng Cuiying heard that Jiang Yongxian was going to leave directly and leave everything to the second son, she hesitated for a moment.

But soon, her maternal love for Jiang Yongchang was extinguished by her longing for the wonderful life after moving to Beicheng.

*

When Jiang Qiaoqiao returned to the cement factory's residential compound, she was still immersed in deep self-blame and her condition remained poor.

Lin Xiaohui and Yang Jianguo stayed by her side because they were worried that she might do something rash.

Once she had calmed down a bit, Lin Xiaohui placed her calloused, rough hand on the back of her hand and said gently, "Qiaoqiao, there are some things Mom has wanted to tell you for a long time."

"During the two years you were taken away by the Jiang family, I accepted their money but didn't dare to look for you, and you didn't come back. Your father has always complained about me, saying he would rather die in pain at home than sell his daughter."

For those two years, your father was secretly saving money. I knew he wanted to save enough so he could go to the Jiang family to find you and return the money to them. He said that even if you didn't want to come back to our family, he would be content as long as he could see you from afar when he missed you after returning the money to the Jiang family.

You know he used to never go to the village entrance, but for those two years, he would go there and sit whenever he had free time. He didn't say it, but I knew he was waiting for you to come back.

"Later, you really came back. Not only did you come back, but you also said you would take us to the city to live a better life. Do you know how happy your dad was that night? In all the years I've lived with him, that was the happiest day I've ever seen him."

That day he said, "Qiaoqiao is back, and I can die without regrets."

"So, Qiaoqiao, don't be so hard on yourself. Your dad and I already feel it was all worth it just because you came back to us. If your dad could see you so sad because of him, he wouldn't be happy either."

Besides, even when your brother and I gave up, you persisted in finding the murderer, and you didn't let them off just because they were your blood relatives. You insisted on avenging your father. Your father is so happy to know how much you value him!

As Lin Xiaohui spoke, she looked at Jiang Qiaoqiao, her face smiling, but her eyes glistening with tears.

Jiang Qiaoqiao closed her eyes, remembering how her father picked apricots for her and stuffed things into the trunk of their car, and tears streamed down her face.

She leaned against Lin Xiaohui's chest for a long time before she composed herself and said, "Mom, I want to go see Dad!"

"Okay, I've been missing that old man too. Mom will go back with you."

While Jiang Qiaoqiao and Lin Xiaohui were talking, Huo Beixiao was waiting outside.

Upon hearing that Jiang Qiaoqiao wanted to go back to the village to see Yang Minghui, Huo Beixiao started the car without hesitation and took his family back.

By the time the car arrived at Yangjia Village, the news that Yang Minghui had been murdered by Jiang Qiaoqiao's biological father and blood relatives had already spread throughout the village.

At the same time, news also spread that Jiang Qiaoqiao had personally helped the police arrest her own father and brother and put them in jail.